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Model Behaviour

So, you may remember that I was asked to model a wedding gown at a wedding fayre on a catwalk a couple of weeks ago. I bought myself some vile gold and white shoes that were fairly flat (for me – 3 inches) and … Continue reading

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A Bolt from the Blue

The other day, I received a rather surprising Facebook inbox message. It was from Mr P’s ex-girlfriend, who I’ve told you about before. I was perturbed somewhat to see her name peeking from my inbox but, with Mr P sitting … Continue reading

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Gotta Love a ‘So There’ Moment

The other day at work, we were discussing Miss U’s upcoming arranged marriage (she’s a Muslim) – more of which we will talk about another time. During the conversation, one of the doctors, let’s call her Dr Snobbish, remarked: DR S: … Continue reading

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My Inner Model

I got the best news today. At work, my colleague told me she had a proposition. Already, I was slightly curious but also wary that she was going to ask me to cover a shift in Reception. Yuck. But no, … Continue reading

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Mrs P To Be

One bridge. Two people. A million padlocks on a bridge in Paris. The padlock is chunky and silver, initials roughly etched into it with a tiny screwdriver. A ring dangles from the loop, clenched uncomprehendingly in trembling fingers. He drops to … Continue reading

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Well, That’s Nice

Well, it would appear that I have broken my only-being-fancied-by-old-men spell. On Sunday in the boozer, a group of young boys (we’re talking 21/22) told Mr P that I had been voted as owning ‘the best legs in Charnwood’. All … Continue reading

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